Getting Better Bit
Sunday. It is a sun day, this Sunday, home now from breakfast and the market to pick up cat food, the ever necessary cat food for the picky Ms. Emmy. I tried a couple of new flavors, hoping she might like them, to what I'm sure will be no avail. And I'm feeling pretty good considering the range of options I've been experiencing since the operation. All of this is good, the mood is good and I'm thinking a nap, maybe, a little later. And a visit to Wilson wherever he is in the city. Gas and wash the car at the gas station car wash in Berkeley, head out for San Francisco, see how he's been doing. I'm hearing positive things and I'm in the mood for seeing positive things, here in Oakland.
I probably should have finished my taxes before I had the operation. Still, the fact I can even bring them up on the screen and contemplate going through my bank statements is encouraging. I owe them money, but not so much I have to scramble to pay. I'm hoping.
Later. Wilson was a bit testy over the phone, but no big deal, I think I'll just show up tomorrow (or the next day) and say hello. I've been putting off visiting for my own reasons here and the best thing to do is just go with the flow (how many times do you not need to hear that again?) and let things happen. Otherwise the general all around attitude has been good both before and after my nap (I just had the one, was there another earlier this morning when I returned from breakfast?). Can't fault Wilson for being a little spacey when I'm not all that far behind. The day has been perfect and I can feel little pieces of my person making progress. We're not there yet, but the distance is closing.
Later still. I seem to have folded the laundry and put everything away where it belongs. I'm starting to believe my own hype, this getting better bit.